"As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another." - Proverbs 27:17
On the mission field in Costa Rica, God rained down pink polka dots of iron in my life. They have challenged me, sharpened me, even caused a few sparks for the sake of my character. Truly I am a better wife, mother, friend and daughter of the King because of their iron lives sharpening mine.
I made a bold decision, to omit the word 'goodbye' from my vocabulary. In finality, in harshness, in permanence, it never truly fits my needs. So, today it is evoked from the dictionary of my life.
I don't know how to say goodbye, and so I am proudly refusing to use the word, but the tears still come. Flowing from a heart of thankfulness to the dear women that have enabled me to grow and emit a sweet fragrant aroma of Him.
Blooming in His garden, He has cultivated sweet blossoms of friendship all around me. To say goodbye would mean to cut the stems, place them in a glass of water, and watch them fade and wither. The beauty of their friendship could never be confined to a vase, it will continue to flourish in the garden of my heart.
Pink polka dots of iron, I love you and I always will. And Lord, please keep raining polka dots of friendship in my life wherever you lead.